Morning! Let's a nice bit of horrific porn on a Sunday morning. Just as a warning this chapter contains some daddy kink, in case it's not your thing (I grossed myself out writing that one, it ain't really my thing either) Other than that, hope you enjoy :)

If Armin had felt nervous talking to Reiner then walking to Erwin's office the next evening after his shift feels like he's walking up the steps to the gallows. There is a part of him that still can't believe he's doing this but he is and he doesn't really feel as if he has much of a choice in the matter. Erwin wants him to do it, Reiner wants him to do it. The only one who doesn't want him to do it is him.

He takes a deep breath and knocks on Erwin's office door. He's not totally ready for it but he doesn't think he ever will be so he stands there and waits until he hears Erwin's deep voice telling him to enter. He pushes the door open and really has to force his legs to move. Just the same as he had the night before Erwin looks up from his papers and smirks at him.

"Ah Armin," he says as he puts his pen down, "do come in." Armin closes the door behind him. He can't quite bring himself to say anything yet. Erwin decides to fill the silence. "Have you had a chance to think about my proposal?

"Y... yeah," Armin stammers. He feels sick, cold fear creeping up the back of his neck.

"And?"

Armin swallows but it's not enough to rid himself of that fear. "I'll do it," he says finally, "but only if they're going to pay me more than they would for a private dance."

A smirk twists its way onto Erwin's lips and it occurs to Armin that Erwin never looks at him without it.

"Of course we can negotiate a rate," Erwin says, his eyes raking Armin's frame, "but I am very glad you have decided to accept."

"Yeah well..." Armin mumbles shrugging. There isn't really anything else that he can say. He hasn't accepted this, he's just going along with it because everyone else is pushing him to. "So when do you want me to start doing this then?"

"The end of the week," Erwin says.

"Okay." I can do that... gives me the rest of the week to mentally prepare.

"But first, I believe a trial run is in order," Erwin says.

Armin blinks at him. "Pardon?" Trial run? What does he mean by trial run?

"Well I need to make sure that the clients will be satisfied," Erwin says.

"Right..." Armin says elongating the word. He gets that. Erwin made him do the same thing when he first started stripping. How on earth would he even do a trial run for... Oh... The penny finally drops, almost a second too late.

"I'll say it plainly so there's not confusion: I'm going to fuck you, just to see if you're good enough."

Of course.

Armin's not an idiot, far from it in fact. He's seem the way Erwin looks at him; he's been looking for this excuse for a very long time. He could back down and say no but then Erwin would find some other way to use Armin's new found career path as a way to be able to stick his dick in him and he's unlikely to pay him for it either way. There is no possible way that he can get out of doing this. If he says no Erwin would probably just flat out fire him anyway so, once again, he find himself with absolutely no choice in the matter whatsoever.

Fuck!

"So what is your answer Armin? Erwin asks raising an eyebrow at him and Armin realises he hasn't said anything for the past couple of minutes.

He takes a deep breath. "How do you want to do this?" He's very proud of the fact that his voice doesn't crack but it doesn't sound like his voice anymore.

Erwin's smirk widens and his eyes darken with lust. He presses a remote on top of his desk. Music begins to blare through the speakers and a sinking feeling fills Armin's stomach. He looks over at Erwin who is reclining back in his chair and looking at him like he's going to devour him, but not in a good way.

"How about you give me a quick show of your routine but take all your clothes off for me," Erwin says.

"And then?"

"And then you can come over here and bend over the desk," Erwin purrs.

Swallowing a wave of abject revulsion Armin begins to undulate his hips in time with the music as he teases the hem of his t-shirt up slightly. He's having to improvise as he would normally be wearing different clothes if he were on stage but Erwin doesn't seem to be overly bothered. He pulls his t-shirt off, tossing it to the side, before running his hands over his chest, down his stomach to the top of his tracksuit trousers.

He really wished there was a way for him to draw this out more – he's not mentally prepared to do this, not yet – but when you're doing a strip tease with only three items of clothing there's only so long you can stretch it out. Armin turns as he slips his trousers down, partially to give Erwin a good view of his backside and partially so that he doesn't have to look at him.

Normally this would be where the stripping part of the routine ends and Armin would just dance clad in only his boxers but this isn't a normal routine. He sways his hips in time with the music, putting on a show for his audience of one as he works up the courage to finally take off his last item of clothing. Swallowing nerves and another wave of disgust Armin rids himself of his boxers.

Erwin's eyes light up and Armin has to fight the urge to cover himself, his cheeks alight with shame. "Good," Erwin purrs as his gaze burns holes into Armin's flesh. "Now come here."

Without a word Armin does. His legs feel like lead but he somehow makes it over to Erwin's desk where he is unceremoniously shoved, face first onto the cold, hard wood. He tries not to flinch as he feels Erwin's hands grab his backside, massaging his cheeks, pulling them apart and moulding them how he wishes.

"So pretty," Erwin muses to himself. He gives Armin's backside a hard smack and Armin bites the inside of his lips to stop himself from crying out. "Now I have one more request of you tonight."

"Yes?"

Erwin looms over him and Armin can feel his weight pressing him down into the desk. Erwin's breath hits his ear and Armin tries not to shiver with disgust.

"Tonight, I want you to call me Daddy."

Armin's heart stops and another wave of nausea hits him. Swallowing both pride and revulsion Armin forces his voice to work. "Yes Daddy." He's incredibly proud of himself that he manages to say it without stammering but he feels utterly disgusted with himself.

"Good," Erwin says and Armin doesn't have to look at him to know that he's still smirking.

Armin shuts his eyes and clenches his fists against the desk. He hears the sound of a zip being pulled down and the rustle of fabric loud and clear over the music. He listens, on the alert, as Erwin opens a draw, rummages around a moment before closing it again. He doesn't want to look over his shoulder, he doesn't want to know what is happening. The sound of Erwin tearing open a packet and the sound of latex snapping against skin tells him enough.

The next sound that meets his ears is lube being squirted from a tube. Armin braces himself against the desk as he feels one of Erwin's fingers pushing into him. Armin tries to relax as best he can, breathing through the odd feeling of knowing that the person behind him isn't Reiner. One... two... three... four... He counts through it as Erwin adds a second finger then a third, slowly thrusting in and out. He's drawing this out. He wants Armin under his control for as long as possible – this has nothing to do with making Armin feel good – and it makes Armin feel sick.

Suddenly the fingers are gone and Armin can feel the tip of Erwin's dick pressing into him. Next thing he knows Erwin's body is pressed against his back.

"Tell me what you want Armin," he whispers.

You to get the fuck off me. "I want you to fuck me Daddy," he says through gritted teeth. The faster gets it out the way with, the faster he can leave.

Erwin waists no time after that. He sheaths himself inside Armin, beginning to thrust without giving him time to adjust. Armin tries to breath through it. He's not getting anything out of this but Erwin doesn't notice, or particularly care so he just clenches his fists, blunt nails digging into his palms, as he waits for it to be over.

"So fucking tight," Erwin hisses as he begins to really pound into Armin, his fingers gripping hard enough to bruise.

The thrusts become more erratic and after a few more minutes Armin feels Erwin still inside him as he cums. He feels like vomiting again but he manages to swallows the bile rising in the back of his throat. Erwin gives his backside another hard slap before pulling out.

"You're good enough," he says. "Be a bit more responsive next time; the clients will want you to be more vocal and you'll be requited to do other things to them as well."

"Okay," Armin says, his voice barely above a whisper. He can't bring himself to move yet as he hears Erwin pull the condom off – thank fuck he actually used one – and zip his trousers up again.

There is a moment of silence before "You're dismissed."

Without a word Armin grabs his clothes and hastily pulls them on. He darts to the door. He casts a glance over his shoulder to see if Erwin wants him for anything else but he has already turned back to the papers they just fucked on. Armin pulls the door open and leaves. On shaking legs he walks out, closing the door behind him.

He's alone in the corridor, thank fuck, and he begins to walk, drifting more than actually acknowledging where he is going. His feet take him to the nearest toilet where he suddenly comes back to life. He practically runs into one of the stalls, sinks to his knees in front of the porcelain and is violently sick. He continues to vomit, expelling everything in his stomach until he's just dry heaving before he flushes the toilet, pushes himself to his feet and goes to wash his face. He doesn't look at himself when he's done, he just leaves. He doesn't think he'd be able to without slamming his fist into his own reflection.